Half a year has passed since Arthas Minehir, the butcher and executioner, with his army of the dead, has almost wiped out her beloved homeland.

And a lot has happened in the meantime.

Like what...... Her so-called "master" doesn't seem to be willing to be someone else's pawn.

That arrogant Kel'thugad—a pile of bones floating around—is because of him that the glorious well of the sun is corrupted and defiled.

Some time ago, Arthas had been plotting with the ugly and terrifying lich against the Dreadlord Tikdios, and Akmund, the demon king whom Kel'thugad had personally introduced to Azeroth.

Sylvanas's mind lurks in the shadows, keeping a close eye on this qiē, any information that Arthas leaks out, including how he thinks, how he fights, character flaws, and behavioral preferences.......

For her, this qiē is useful.

Her Majesty is convinced that this will provide some vital information and intelligence in the future retaliation action, and even determine the success or failure of the operation!

He didn't kill Tikdios with his own hands, as he did with Melganis.

The cunning ex-human prince went to the hands of someone else to get rid of the Dreadlord. That poor fellow is called Illidan Fury.......

Sensing Illidan's thirst for power, Arthas used this weakness to drive him to steal a magic weapon, the skull of the famous sorcerer Gul'dan. So. Illidan had to kill Tikdios.

Arthas was able to get rid of the Dreadlord. without attracting the attention and vigilance of the upper echelons of the Burning Legion; And Illidan gets the babe that satisfies his desire to chase power. All of them acted according to the plan.

It's just that Sylvanas hasn't heard anything about Illidan since......

As for Akmund, this demon so strong that he could destroy Dalaran, the city of great masters, with a single spell, fell under the life energy that he came to devour.

The Night Elf cousins gave their lives to defeat the terrifying "Polluters".

The pure, concentrated force of nature destroyed the demon from within, and the World Tree violently unleashed its immense energy, erupting in a violent shockwave. Akmund collapsed with a bang, not even a scrap left in the world.

The Legion's attempt to spread the fear of destruction and killing in this world, as well as the complete destruction of the world, came to naught.

Thinking of this, a trace of indescribable happiness flashed in the heart of "Her Majesty the Queen".

Living as a puppet in the Scourge for half a year has taught Sylvanas many secrets. For example, the relationship between the Scourge and the Burning Legion is nominally superior, but in fact it is a battle between the open and the covert.

After learning that his own pain is inseparable from the demons who are manipulating behind the scenes of the Scourge Legion. Her Majesty also extends her hatred to the demons who inhabit the twisted void.

And now...... Her Majesty, the queen who has seen the signs of a break between Arthas and the Dreaddemon Kings, is always looking forward to the moment when the two sides tear their faces and fight!

"It's best if both sides can suffer heavy casualties, or even die together!"

A malicious thought of schadenfreude flashed through his mind. Sylvanas pursed her lips tightly and muttered in her heart, "No! A quick and painless death is too cheap for that butcher!

"I'm going to let him live worse than die, and slowly swallow his last breath after being tortured and humiliated...... Ms. Sylvanas, His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas has ordered us to come to the Hall for a meeting. ”

While Her Majesty was thinking about how to torture the butcher of Arthas, a hoarse voice sounded in Sylvanas's ears. The sound was like the sharp friction between stainless steel and pig iron, like the stubbornness between a spatula and the bottom of the pot, like a handful of steel wire in the throat of a duck......

It's so exciting... It's unbearable!

Without even looking back, Her Majesty the Queen could instantly tell the owner of the voice: it was the damned accomplice, Arthas's lackey, the Great Lich Kel'thugad!

Although the anger and hatred in his chest frantically gnawed at the heart of Her Majesty the Queen like thousands of worms, Sylvanas's face was not visible at all. He nodded expressionlessly. Obediently followed the bone shelf that "floated" in front.

When she was a child, she followed her eldest sister Aurelia in the hunting game in the Yongge jungle, which made Her Majesty the Queen firmly remember a truth: the most important thing for a good hunter is to wait, waiting for the moment when the prey reveals its flaws!

And as the pride of the Windrangers and once the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, Sylvanas Windrunner is a good hunter...... In the abandoned royal court of Lordaeron.

Her Majesty sat quietly on the sidelines, looking down at the Ring of Firm Determination in her hand, as if all her mind was gathered on it.

That absent-minded look looked like something to others......

This has happened many times, and as an undead who has preserved his mind, it is not surprising that Sylvanas is in this situation. For months. This woman, who has become a pure broken undead, looks like this bored in every meeting.

Neither the Lich Kel'thugad nor the other three Dreadlords in the hall took this scene to heart. Not even much attention was paid to the body of the "Queen Xià".

But in fact, Her Majesty the Queen is only using this action to hide the resentment and anger that may erupt in her chest at any time.

Everyone in the hall in front of her was her enemy, and she was afraid that a look she had inadvertently had not had time to hide might reveal her true desires and monstrous hatred.

A name suddenly came to Sylvanas' ears. It made her turn her attention from meditation back to reality.

"It's been months since I heard from Lord Akmund." DeTherlock, the leader of the three Dreadlords, said. While impatiently stomping the ground with his feet that resembled goat's hooves: "I'm annoyed to watch this group of rotting undead!" What are we doing here? ”

The place where people were waiting for the meeting was once the garden of the royal palace. It was through here that Arthas went to assassinate his father, and then bring the destruction to his own people. This thing is like a trance in front of me every three autumns.

Now, the garden is as corrupt and withered as the people.

"We're in charge of overseeing the land, DeSellock." Another demon named Banazar rebuked. "It's our job to make sure we're prepared for natural disasters."

"Yes." The third Dreadlord Varymathas nodded, and said in a puzzled tone, "Although we should have received some orders now. ”

Sylvanas couldn't believe what she was hearing, and she turned to Kel'thugad with a surprised expression.

The skeletal frame of the "Queen Majesty" was like the death knight he served loyally, but she hid her disgust well.

"The Burning Legion was defeated a few months ago," she whispered. "How could they not know?"

"Who knows." The lich replied nonchalantly, with a look of disdain. "But the longer they commanded, the more the catastrophe became a mess. If not—"

Kel'thugad's words were abruptly interrupted, Sylvanas had never expected to hear such a sound here—it was a door smashing in.

Both undead looked in the direction of the sound. The three Dreadlords roared angrily, then flexed their black webbed wings in alarm.

Sylvanas' glittering ghostly eyes widened slightly, and it was Arthas himself who rushed through the door. He rode on the undead horse, without a helmet, and let his long white hair fall down his pale face with a smile that Sylvanas hated.

Sylvanas' hands tried to clench into fists, but the control Arthas had given her only allowed her to move her fingers.

"Hello, horror lords."

Arthas's cheerful voice echoed, and the three demon leaders all stared at him, showing great contempt for such arrogance. But the Death Knight didn't care. With a bright smile on his face, he said a word like thunder:

"I have to thank you for administering my kingdom on my behalf when I am on patrol. But now I don't need you. ”

For a moment, the three Dreadlords of DeTherlock, Banazar, and Varimatas looked at the death knight who was talking wildly like a madman.

Then, Banazar came to his senses and retorted. "This land belongs to the Scourge, and the Scourge belongs to the Burning Legion!"

Sylvanas's heart, which had long since ceased beating, seemed to be suddenly tightened, and a feeling of anticipation and excitement filled his chest.

"Are you going to start?" Her Majesty the Queen thought secretly.

Arthas laughed even harder, his voice with obvious joy. "Not anymore, demon. Your master has been defeated. The legion was destroyed. And now I will send you to death. ”

He sneered and lifted Frost Sorrow. The runes on the blade of the sword danced brightly. He tightened the reins, and the skeletal steed charged towards the three demons.

"I'm not done with you, stupid Death Knight!" DeSellock shouted in defiance.

Nazturem is the most savvy of demons, slippery than the most cunning loaches.

The Dreadlords were faster than Arthas's skeletal steed, Invincible - before Frostmourn could be cut down, the demons had opened the portal and vanished. Let the rune sword that had sliced through the air in vain let out a low cry of frustration.

Arthas frowned in displeasure. But soon I was happy again. Sylvanas knew that he had driven the Dreadlord away. And it's only a matter of time before they are killed.

The Death Knight looked up, meeting Sylvanas in the eye. Hooked his finger and motioned for her to come over. Sylvanas was forced to do as she was told. Kel'thugad, on the other hand, did not need to be forced, he was like a docile and loyal dog, happily floating to his master's side.

"We know you'll be back with us, Prince of Arthas." The lich said with joy in his heart. But Arthas barely glanced at his loyal servant, only on Sylvanas.

"I'm so impressed."

The Death Knight said mockingly, "Do you know I'll be back, our General Sylvanas?" ”

"Yes."

Sylvanas said coldly. Indeed, he must come back, or she will never have a chance to take revenge. He twitched his fingers unsatisfactorily, and Her Majesty the Queen groaned in pain, and suddenly her whole body trembled violently from the pain in her soul.

"Yes, Prince Arthas!" Her Majesty added helplessly, almost through gritted teeth, in a curse-like tone.

"Ah, but you'll have to call me king now."

"This is my kingdom after all. I was born to rule this land, and I will reign over the land. Just—"

Arthas's words stopped abruptly, he choked his throat in pain, took a deep breath, and his eyes widened, his face contorted with pain.

The Death Knight fell on the bony neck of the Invincible Horse, his armoured hands gripping the reins and letting out a scream of pain.

Sylvanas watched as she had been happiest since the nightmare day, when the fall of Quel'Thalas. She saw his pain as elixir. Despite not knowing what had happened to him, Sylvanas enjoyed every second.

It wasn't until a long hour later that Arthas grunted and raised his head, his eyes fixed on something Sylvanas couldn't see, and then pleaded to reach out.

"This pain...... It's unbearable. "Arthas is almost bursting out of his teeth." What's wrong with me? ”

He listened as if an inaudible voice was answering him.

"King of Arthas!" Kel'thugad exclaimed, "Do you need help?" ”

Once again, the Lich's fears and fawning were ignored.

Arthas didn't answer right away, but took a deep breath before slowly sitting up and calming himself down after a long time.

"No...... No, the pain is over, but ...... My power...... weakened. The Death Knight's voice was confused. If Sylvanas had a beating heart, it would have jumped out of its throat at the words.

"Something is very wrong, I-"

The pain struck again, and before the Death Knight could finish his words, he convulsed again. Tilting his head back, the veins on his neck bursting out, Arthas silently opened his mouth and let out a cry of pain.

Kel'thugad floated anxiously around his master, like a worried nanny. And Sylvanas just looked at this qiē coldly, and his heart was full of indescribable happiness.

The long spasms finally passed.

Slowly and carefully, Arthas climbed off the invincible, his boots slipping on the stone slab and falling to the ground with a heavy fall. The lich hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to support Arthas, the self-proclaimed Necromantic King.

"Get me to my room," Arthas gasped and whispered to Kel'thugad, with a look of necessity, "I need to rest—and then prepare for a long journey." ”

Sylvanas watched Arthas stagger away weakly, and walked toward the room where he had been a child, supported by Kel'thugad.

The curved lips suddenly curled into an imperceptible curvature...... (To be continued) Q